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A blonde maid is a redhead with ears and a tail in disguise. There's some effective nakedness in here.

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"I can come in? Alright."

It's a five-foot-two girl with a big bust and a head of shoulder blade height blonde hair. The outfit she's wearing compliments her very nicely: it's some sort of split between a German bar maid outfit and a French maid outfit. The result is a white top with a large, square cleavage window that hangs off her shoulders, showing a fair bit of skin. The bottom half of the ensemble is a black skirt that makes it barely halfway to her knees, which freely sways as she steps in.

"Ah? Oh, I was sent as part of a favor. I owed, and this is how she decided to make me pay up. The costume is part of that. Guess she wanted to embarrass me a bit." She pauses to lift a finger and rub it underneath her nose. "I'm also supposed to clean your place." Her top is pressed out by the size of her chest, the outfit appearing too small for her. It's a bad fit.

"The broom's over here? Alright." Her hips sway with her dainty footsteps, and she seems to have a habit of walking on her toes. She sets to work immediately when the broom is in her hands, brushing litter off the floor. "This place is a real mess. Is it alright to ask what happened? Some kind of fight?"

She sniffles as she goes along. "A dragoness wrecked up the place? Boy, that's a shame. Well, at least you got to keep it." Her sweeping is methodical, but slow and lazy. Her nose twitches from time to time. "At least it looks like you got to keep it. This place is topsy-turvy."

The cleaning pauses, the girl blinking a few times, leaving her eyes half-lidded as she brings a finger up under her nose. "Ahh... ahh ehh... ahh..." She sniffs, pauses to make sure the itch has gone away, and resumes her work.

"...You're not going to say anything else? I'm kinda curious about the whole story." Her hips sway in time to a few sweeps of the broom, and she rounds a chair with grace, still standing on her toes. "So she saih.. sah.. said the place was hers when she came in? That's bold. Fits though."

She sniffs.

"She started having pruh.. problems with the air quality? What does thah... aah... AHhh..." The girl's head tilts up as she inhales. "Ah... ...heh, I seem to be having some trouble too." She sniffles again. "There's too muh... too... too muhh... HUHHhh...Hh..hh...HAAHhh..."

"HHh..HAAHH..."

"HHH..HAAAHHHH!"

"HHAAAAAAHHHHCCCCHHHHHOOOOOO!" She sniffles. Her hair color seems to have shifted slightly towards a redder hue.

"Ah? She had allergies, is what you mean?" She grins lightly, appearing amused. "I can sympathize. I have a few as well. What was she..." She pauses to sniff, her head bobbing up slightly. "allergic to?" The sniffling girl starts lifting her head again, preparing for another sneeze. "Ah..."

"AAHHeh... HHhh... HHhh..."

"HAAAHh... HAAAHHhhh-hhh... HAAAAHH... HAAAAAAHHHhhh..."

"HH-Hhaah... HHHhh... HAAAHHH... HAAAAAAHHHH-hhhh.."

"HAAHH...! HAAAHHHHH!"

"HAAAAAHHHHHHHHCCCCCCCCCHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Her hair is definitely ginger now, instead of blonde.

"Mmm? What about my hair? That's just a trick of the light, don't mind it. I geh.. heh... get that a lot. Now, you were saying?"

"Ah, she's ah.. AHHh.. allergic to cah.. to cah... HAHH... HAAAHHHH!"

"HAAAAAAHHHHHCCCCCHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!"

A pair of triangular fox ears spring out of her head as she loses control of the sneeze. Her breasts quake in her outfit.

Her tail spikes into the air, taking her skirt with it. The pink folds of her sex are revealed, nestled between her legs. Her shaved crotch is decorated only by a tuft of ginger hair on her front, the rest bare.

Standing on her toes makes it all the easier to see, and she pauses during her recovery, one hand on the shelf and one moving to rub under her nose with a finger.

"That's..." She has to stop and sniffle. "That's quite enough. Everything seems to be in order now..."

Love the subtlety. I think I enjoyed the teasing reference to you-know-what and the overall description in the story more than the typed out sound effects this time around. So this is what that recent piece of news has inspired you on, is it? Time will tell if it's a genetic trait that remains with age or if it only exists while young. But, that said, it is still most certainly 'a thing'.